Things always keep coming to my mind
The days when you entered like fog
into my heart’s core with circles spread out
and pervaded my world
The paths along which you led me with love-shackles
onto the peaks of ecstatic youth coaxing my
faltering thoughts of tender age’s deluges
The moments when we swayed
in unsoiled enchanting worlds drifting with
fervid passion into unfathomed gorges
Do they come to your mind too, any time?
The nights when you kindled
with your glances, the countless star lights in me
in the darkness where words blush
The paths in which you showered love-pollen
in the gardens of raga that we trod together
and you won me
The moments of oneness with resultant boundless love
after the warm thoughts shrinking like doves
jetted out from heart’s nest – their wings fluttered
Okay, I won’t remind, even for fun
Won’t measure the vigour of your memories
But enough it would be, if you promise
that a lightning signature of ours too
will be inscribed on all the moonlit moments
when tender buds blossom into flowers
Origin (Telugu): Manasa Chamarthy
Translated by: Elanaaga
వ్యాఖ్యలు
jyothivalaboju on మలిన బాష్ప మౌక్తికమ్ము!
jawaharlal on పక్షుల భాష
jawaharlal on పక్షుల భాష
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